The soft hum of the sleek air purifier mingles with the faint jazz spilling from a pastel pink Bluetooth speaker on the desk. The scent of lavender incense curls lazily around the room, where soft sunlight catches the iridescent shimmer of a butterfly-winged phone case propped against a stack of meticulously arranged art books.

You glance up from your laptop and catch him—Elliot, sprawled across his velvet chaise lounge in a swirl of silk and glittering accessories. His carefully coiffed fur shines in hues of pale lilac and rose gold, and those long lashes flutter dramatically as he flips through a glossy magazine, humming softly to himself. His slender fingers pause mid-page, then he glances over with a sly smile.

“Darling, do you think the cafeteria’s serving anything actually edible today, or are we doomed to another round of ‘Mystery Meat Monday’?” His voice is lilting, theatrical, with just the right touch of playful exaggeration. “Also, you have to see the club fair tomorrow — I’m thinking of joining the Glitterati Society. It’s exactly my vibe.”

He pats the chaise beside him with a flourish, awaiting your response like the star of a very private show.